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the tamarind tree

the tamarind tree
still standing tall
may be with a new batch of visitors
or none
but it once knew many..
children coming over
for playing games of rubble,
for collecting 'tamarind' falling by,
for friendly tattling,
eyebrow raising topics covering
witches and ghosts...
...years later
the cool breeze said it all
as if dancing with joy,
seeing me after a long gap..
while i was searching 'me'
in my memory lane,
in each nook and corner of the tree
inhaling the sweet aroma of it's leaves,
feeling the sounds of it's trunk..
within me, with gratitude
for it gave me..
those unadulterated friendship,
those innocuous fights,
those pristine forms of love,
those heartfelt grins, moments of poise
my genesis of dreams...
my ' close-to-heart' moments,
bereft of fear,worries,anxieties of life
if i were able to take a U turn!
if i were able to come back to it's fold,
under it's shades, running away from
this complex world,
for the reunion again !

This poem reminded me of my childhood. I too spent lots of my time below tamarind and a ber tree. Though we cannot go back in time, but at least we can try to be as carefree as we used to be in our childhood.

I enjoyed your poem very much. It reminded me of one I wrote abut my childhood tree if you’d care to read it. Of course the tree is long gone too but is still exists in my mind as a symbol of many things. I am still able to go back to in my mind to draw on the lessons I learned and how that tree still bears significance in who I am or can become. Though I recall it with nostalgia, going back to it for me is about how I use the memories to take me forward. As children, we called this the Madoni tree – It seems this was the correct botanical name. Hope you like it: https://chevvy8.com/2016/06/02/ode-to-a-jambolan-tree/